The Demon-Expelling Melody shook Yue Wen to his core. Its tune seemed to contain the Heavenly Dao. The flute rang out with a steely resonance, and a shift in pitch could slay countless demons and monsters, far surpassing any thunder in the world.
He had never heard music like this...
Hearing just one performance gave Yue Wen an epiphany, as though he had perceived a crystallization of Dao Rhythm. It was not merely the lingering resonance of the Great Dao, but countless Dao Rhythms gathered into a single spirituality on par with the Heavenly Dao.
With this faint understanding, Yue Wen used the wisp of intent transmitted by the Ancient Painting as an anchor, retaining this spirituality within his body and turning it into a power he could wield.
For now, he called it "demon-slaying power."
This wisp of spiritual qi rested within his qi sea, filled with intense agitation and killing intent, as though urging Yue Wen to hurry out and find demons, monsters, and evil spirits, then unleash it to slay them in one strike.
Yue Wen was quite familiar with this sort of will. The Brass Little Sword he had obtained earlier had exactly the same temperament.
A magical artifact possessing spirituality was understandable, but for a single divine thought to possess such powerful spirituality that it could almost voice its own wishes was truly astonishing.
Whatever it was, Yue Wen could not let the will of a magical artifact or spiritual power dictate his actions. Otherwise, he would not be controlling them; they would be controlling him.
He would become nothing but a knight serving evil spirits.
Yue Wen felt that if his cultivation were higher and he listened to the Demon-Expelling Melody a few more times, he might truly master this arcane art.
But after